I looked through pictures of my "vacation" to my parents house last May. There were cute pictures of Kiddo in the pool, eating ice cream, wearing hats, etc. As I reflected on the pictures I thought, why were we down there anyway?
Oh yeah, I was writing my dissertation. I barely saw the girl. All I did was write, write, write (actually edit, edit, edit) all day long, all week long. I think I would have preferred forgetting.
